Tick tock at the Station (Otherwise Untitled)
#32 of Short Stories
A very short story of a bird.
~ The raven looked up from his watch with a soft whine. He couldn't remember if he had planned to be early, or if the badger had planned to be late.
#32 of Short Stories
A very short story of a bird.
~ The raven looked up from his watch with a soft whine. He couldn't remember if he had planned to be early, or if the badger had planned to be late.
~ Kevin glanced back and forth between the two potatoes arranged on the pantry shelf before him. He had been successful in stalling for time by serving his parents an appetizer of corn chips, pickles, and mustard. The task of a proper meal would be a...
~ The lynx blinked back tears, staring down at the plain gold band worn on their finger. The recently acquired ring was polished and naive, yet to accumulate the patina of scratches offered by life. ~ Declining to raise their gaze to meet their...
~ Death glared down at the badger who's space suit had seen many better days. Various fluids were leaking from various slashes and punctures, some of which she presumed to be blood of the living. The badger glared right back up as the gryphon loomed...